Blind Date Turned Proposal (Josie and Dexter)

After Josie had sorted out her emotions, ten minutes had already passed. Emerging from the bathroom, she found Paul staring blankly at the scenery outside. She said to the nurse, "I want to go out." The nurse coaxed him, promising to take him out once he finished the bottle of medicine. Josie felt a pang of sorrow. She approached Larry and said, "Show me the diagnostic report." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Larry handed her a thick stack of reports. "As early as yesterday, Mr. Russell had a full-body examination. The current diagnosis is that apart from dementia, he has some underlying conditions that he's always had, but nothing else of major concern."

The mere fact of old age dementia was enough to break Josie's heart. She found it hard to imagine how Paul had endured those past two years and how much psychological pain he must have suffered. She meticulously went through each page, murmuring to herself, "It's all my fault... If only I could have been more careful..."

Larry was about to offer some comfort when suddenly, a commotion came from outside, growing louder and closer. It was Justin's voice. "Who the heck let her in!"

The door was flung open abruptly. Justin, still clad in his hospital gown, stormed in furiously. The bodyguard trailing beside him was visibly troubled. "Mr. Peeple, you said not to stop him, so we..." Josie studied Justin. Compared to two years ago, he was no longer as young. He had grown a beard, adding to his mature masculine charm.

At that moment, he looked at her, wishing he could harm her.

signaled for the bodyguards

snarled at Josie. "So,

in her hand. "I've always wanted to

the door open, issuing a

of my sight even for a moment." She stood there stubbornly, yearning to

back his anger for two years, let it all out, cursing vehemently. "The man behind you is not your father. He's mine. Only I would treat him

enduring his barrage of insults, Josie became surprisingly calm. "Are

the doorknob, his

my presence, you vented two years' worth of pent-up resentment. You should feel somewhat relieved, right? If you still want to curse, feel free to continue. I won't retort. However, I insist on taking care of Paul personally." Josie walked up to him, bowed deeply, and said, "Justin, I'm

You left, didn't you? Weren't two years of carefree living enough for you? Have you come back

concealed in Josie's eyes. All she could